No, not mine,

Though as poetry goes,

I guess what I write is fine,

Wish I could do so more intellectually,

Cause most of the time I find mine blows…

Sometimes I make people laugh,

But do I want to make them cry,

Do I want them to think,

Or do I want poetry that does stink…

Heavy poetry is beyond my realm,

Write I can about sailing & being at the helm,

Or of an occasional Nature write about an elm,

But I want to write like the masters of the art,

I just haven’t got it in me, I write better about,

The art of the errant fart…J